Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto.
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In this world there are many different types of people, all of which will most likely fall into one of two categories.
The doers. People who did things, got things done, worked hard.
Or the watchers. People who watched others work, observed, but hardly ever took action for themselves.
Sakura was definitely a watcher.
Her teammates, however, were obviously doers.
On missions the two boys were amazingly compatible, almost always being successful. Fighting until they reached their limits.
All she could bring herself to do was watch.
When they trained together for hours on end, their skill increasing at a steady rate;
she watched.
When their friendship became an interwoven web of bonds, too complex for most to understand, too strong for the sharpest kunai to pierce;
she watched.
Her habit remained as she grew up, when Sasuke betrayed them she watched as Naruto desperately tried to get him back.
Sakura watched as depression began to settle in her blonde teammates eyes, as he silently suffered.
She came along for the final mission, but simply watched as Naruto finally subdued the vengeful Uchiha, watched as Naruto brought Sasuke home.
Even now, standing in the cramped street of Konoha, rain heavily falling from the sky causing her clothing to stick to her skin and her hair to lie flat against her head, she watched.
Watched as the rope was put around Sasuke's neck, watched the intrigued looks from the villagers, having crowded around the barbaric, tragic, act.
She didn't understand why they would want to see something so digusting, it was twisted,
but she was here too, wasn't she?
She watched as the Uchiha's eyed locked with Naruto's and stayed staring as the surface was removed from under his feet, as his body hung.
Waving side to side ever so slightly,
colour leaving the naturally alabaster face.
Apparently, even Uchiha's couldn't get away with betraying the village, no matter how hard the Hokage tried to save them.
Sakura continued to watch as the onyx eyes steadily stared into blue ones, the life leaving both pairs
She wondered if hers were doing the same.
She watched as Sasuke died physically and Naruto died mentally.
She never felt more alone.
But she was a watcher.
So she did the only thing she knew she could.
She watched.